Caught in the Love of the Past
Chapter 13

“Fit, where are you going today?” ask Fatimah to her daughter-in-law.

“Not yet, Buk. Today my online business is a bit quiet, probably due to increasingly difficult economic problems,” replied Fatimah.

“Oh yes, already. Later I try to talk to Dimas about this maslah you guys,” said Fatimah before returning home.

“Iya, Buk. Thank you,” lirih Fitri.

“Sama-sama, Son. I already consider you as my own daughter. I do not want any problems between you, your mother has also entrusted you to Mother and Father,” said Fatimah.

“Yes already, mom comes home first. If you have your work between Rasya to the house, today's mother does not go to the garden,” said Fatimah.

Fitri nodded in agreement.

Fatimah also stepped out of her son's rented house, although her heart was still worried, but she had to calm down so that she could improve her son's household. He did not want a farewell between Fitri and his son.

After the death of her mother-in-law, Fitri sat in a plastic chair inside her house, she took her android phone and started surfing on her social media.

When he was busy opening Facebook, he saw the status of one of his friends who had not communicated with him for a long time.

“From hobby to profession.”

Seeing the words on his friend's status, Fitri idly greeted his friend.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Love,” greet Fitri.

“Wa’alaikum greetings, Fitri. Hey, how are you?” reply Fitri friend named Love.

“Alhamdulillah, fine. You how are you?” reply Love.

“Alhamdulillah, I'm also good, Cin. Uh, by the way you are getting more successful now, yes,” Fitri replied.

“Alhamdulillah, Fit. What are you busy with now?” ask Love to Fitri.

“Not busy, anything, Cin. I just take care of the house and a princess,” Fitri replied.

“Mhm, nice it, Fit. I did too, but I filled my free time with designing on my phone. Alhamdulillah now my hobby of designing into a profession for me,” story Love share experience.

Love has always been a hobby of drawing and painting, because the era is increasingly sophisticated in the time is empty, Love plays his mobile phone designing book covers, and, or paint caricatures using the application until finally his hobby is making money for him. Love begins to tell Fitri her difficult life story. He shared his life experience with his old friend through a messenger message.

Cinta remembered with the hobby of Fitri who likes to write short stories, finally he also advised Fitri to write on various paid platforms.

After sharing the story through a message with Cinta, Fitri began to remember a novel he had written in his diary that until now is still stored.

The mother of one child immediately rose from her seat, she stepped into the room. He unpacked the bag containing his important belongings.

Fitri also began to read the work he had written carelessly in his diary. After that, he immediately put the results of his writing into a paid platform.

According to the story of Cinta there is one application that is very easy to process the contract, Fitri also began to download the application and began to pursue and learn how to make money from the platform.

Slowly, he began to understand and then copied his writing into the application.

“Bismillah, good luck,” said Fitri.

During the day, Dimas went home from school, heading straight for his parents' house. He is reluctant to go home to his rented house because every time he sees Fitri, he will remember the pain of his heart that felt already betrayed by his wife.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said Dimas when entering the house.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” Rasya replied.

The little girl ran over to her father who had just arrived.

“Iya, Father,” Rasya replied.

When Rasya finished his snack this morning and played with his friends he followed his grandmother who was going home. Rasya used to play at his grandmother's house while watching TV there.

“You're home, Dim?” and Fatimah asked her son.

“Iya, Mom,” replied Short Dimas.

“You've gone home?” ask Fatimah again.

Fatimah seems to be unhappy with the attitude of her son who should go home to her rented house first before coming to her house.

“Numbered, Mom. I'm lazy to go there. The more dizzy my head when I see him,” Dimas replied casually.

Dimas felt it was fitting that both his parents knew how the current condition of his household.

Fatimah scrunched her forehead when she heard her son's words.

“What do you mean talk like that?” ask Fatimah not to like it.

“Bu, I'm hungry. I want to eat first, yes,” said Dimas diverted the conversation.

Seeing his mother's reaction, Dimas chooses not to continue his plan of revealing his problems to the woman who had given birth to him.

Fatimah let out a long sigh, she let her son eat first, after which she would discuss the matter of her son's household.

When Dimas ate in the dining room, Fatimah put her grandson who was now lying in front of the TV. From her eyes the little girl was drowsy, after making sure Rasya was asleep. Fatimah stepped towards the dining room.

He sat down on the dining table chair, waiting for his son to finish lunch.

“Dim, there is something you want to talk about,” said Fatimah started the conversation when she saw Dimas had finished eating.

“Iya, Mom. What do you want to talk about?” ask Dimas to his mother.

“Mom heard bad things about your household, I wonder what really happened?” ask Fatimah.

“What do you hear?” ask Dimas to his mother.

He wanted to know how much his mother knew about the problems he was facing

“Mother heard your household is in trouble, and everyone accused Fitri of having an affair,” replied Fatimah honestly.

“Yes, that's the way it is, the woman was already having an affair with her ex-lover. For the sake of the man he has spent our savings of 3 million,” Dimas said with anger.

“Did you not ask Fitri the real problem, you should not be mistakenly accused,” Fatimah's advice to her son.

“What do you mean by falsely accusing? So you think I'm just accusing him without proof?” tanya Dimas did not like the words of his mother who seemed to blame him.

“That's not what mom meant, son. I want you to discuss this matter well with your wife. Fix your household with a cool head,” Fatimah's advice again.

“Bu, obviously she told me the man who contacted her that morning was her ex-lover. He told me that directly,” obviously Dimas hoped his mother would accept what he said.

Fatimah let out a long sigh, she was no longer able to speak. Fatimah was at a loss for words to soften Dimas' heart.

“Yes already, if it is like that. But, you should also not neglect your responsibility towards him. You must forgive him,” Fatimah's advice.

“No need to support women *****that's!” said Father Dimas who had just entered the house.

Seriate…